Standing In The Middle

Yo, yall better wake up, you think we don’t see yall driftin'?
Sleepin’ on the job and forgettin’ your position? (Position)
Sit straight and listen, what you are missin’
I cook up a batch hot straight out the kitchen
No indecision I spit right
Heavy as a fist fight
No gloves and no masks
No pain and no slack
No way to look back
Nobody to say I can’t make my own path
Cause the way that yall act I wanna break somethin’
Comin’ at me like the pain I feel means nothin’
Comin’ from a place where you can’t relate
Where every word from your face comes across as fake
And I can hardly take the way that yall treat us
Sendin’ this out to anyone who won’t believe us
Spellin’ it out so yall know the deal
And if you can’t feel it – maybe you can’t feel

I’m standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it
Man, who are you?
I’m standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it
Who... What are you sayin’?
I’m standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it
Who... What are you writin’?
I’m standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it
Man, who are you?

Tell them, Motion

Eat your words
Say what you used to say and act how you used to act
Every time you heard my occupation was a rap attack (Rap attack)
My conversation’s stacked I switch my defense on you
Every time you want to get deep you’ll see my knuckle package
Born to die, ferocious emcee make you go back and write your rhymes
My style chokes up like a little league baseball player (Hahaha)
It moves I’m stranglin’ as I’m swingin’ as main mangler
I wanna dee - four poach you as your seafood is cee-four
I’m gonna rap and you still knee - high
Yall wanna train with me, guy?
Man, it’s destructive
Man, it’s like jabs from boxing champ Lennox
Perfect for your head I’ll fit it like New Era hats
That top off suits B-boy etiquette
Express myself with my hang-side
Then I extend one finger the middle

Fuck the fourth place

I’m standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it
Man, who are you?
I’m standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it
Who... What are you sayin’?
I’m standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it
Who... What are you writin’?
I’m standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it
Man, who are you?

Yo, Motion (Yeah?)
Sometimes I feel it’s like nothin’ that I ever do is ever good
enough (For real)
Like I should stop and go back to L.A.
Back away where I know I won’t be seen
And nobody’s gonna critique the music that I make
And mistake me for some fuckin’ kid with a backpack
Rappin’ on a track just to make a buck
For a mix - tape that sucks
And dee - jays that don’t get it
But I been down that road and I know
People don’t wanna go where I might go
Don’t wanna know what it’s like
To step outside your zone with a mic
Just controllin’ the hype
And if we need to take shots from them
And be stopped by them just to make these ends
Then so be it I will not hold my breath
I’m gonna spit stil I got none left

Motion, where you at?

I’m standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it
Man, who are you?
I’m standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it
Who... What are you sayin’?
I’m standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it
Who... What are you writin’?
I’m standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it
Man, who are you?